Movie Night IV: Movie Harder

[unrecovered]

Who| Wash and anyone who wants to join
What| Movie night!
Where| The same lounge movie night is always in
When| A few days after Silent Horizon and No Sanity Clause
Warnings/Notes| They're watching Clue, because Tim Curry is the cure for everything.

It has been, to put none too fine a point on it, a shitty week. Everyone needs a place where they can relax and get their minds off what's happened; to that end, Wash figures it's about time for another movie night, and goes for a comedy this time. Sure, Clue is technically a murder mystery with a slow build, but he's pretty sure people will enjoy it as long as he's up front about it.

There's tables full of snacks and drinks set up, per usual. Extra blankets are piled on the arms and backs of chairs and sofas, because blankets make things better and therefore need to be available. There's a sign outside the door with the movie's title, MPAA rating, and a brief summary, along with a note at the bottom: Movie night is neutral territory. Might as well make it known up front.

Comments

[jonesiseverywhere]

"Isn't that your whole thing? Or were you just lecturing me about all that stuff at camp because you bit my style?"

That must be it, really. Reaper must have realized who wears it better. Well, that's cool. Casey can always offer him some advice.

"Don't your enemies see you comin' from a mile away in that thing?"

[fantasmaniac]

He could've gone on about how it wasn't that at all, that he was the one that left trails of shriveled up corpses in his wake, that no one stood a chance against him in hell— but. Well. No, he has to be patient tonight. So instead, he just shrugs. He just lets Casey think that, then.

"No," he replies tersely, pausing before reconsidering that and adding something on: "Even if they could, there's no point if they can't stop me."

[jonesiseverywhere]

He laughs again, complete with snorts.

"Yeah, sure dude. Like you're some kinda totally unstoppable juggernaut."

If his tone of voice doesn't convey how sarcastic he is, the way he stretches and puts his legs on the table should. Reaper's a little scary, sure, but he's not a threat.

Probably.

that icon slays me

[fantasmaniac]

Wow, with the dorky snorting laugh and everything. It's amazing he has to share a very similar 'hero' name with this kid. Not that he really cares. Nope. He's totally cool.

"Don't have to be a juggernaut to be unstoppable."

The icy blue mist mixes with the black, and as some bizarre form of a practical joke, shoots forward and clouds around Casey's head like a swarm of harmless bees. Looks like Reaper still has a funny bone rattling around somewhere in that zombie bod after all.

how bout this one

[jonesiseverywhere]

Casey probably would have had a snappy comeback if his lungs and airways hadn't just been filled by noxious zombie farts. It's like a mustard gas attack. He's pretty sure his nose hairs are burning off.

He collapses forward, coughing and choking, because gas is supposed to rise to the ceiling right.

"Man!" he says, between desperate gasps for clear air, "My hideout is in the New York sewers and you are still the most rank thing I've ever smelled!"

perfection

[fantasmaniac]

The reaction is as expected, and Reaper is nothing but a little smug inside at it. He's well aware of the fact that it doesn't smell very nice at all. Before it garners any reaction from the others beside him, he retracts the smoke, every single particle because... yeah, it's not any old gas.

"Like death."

Because he's dead. Get it.

[jonesiseverywhere]

"Yeah, exactly!"

Casey either never learned he was dead or had all the oxygen cut off from his brain. Either way, he's not picking up on Reaper's meaning. Not as long as he's wiping snot from his face as he picks himself up and stops wheezing.

[fantasmaniac]

That's fine with Reaper, in all honesty. The less attention his statements draw from the crowd, the better. He goes back to being a slightly glowing statue in the back of the room. He doesn't think Casey would know what actual death smells like anyway, considering he's not a killer, but he'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

He could say something, about how he doubts Casey would know the actual stench of death, but this is a movie night. It's one thing if he came here to crash the party and ruin it all, but that's not his objective. He's just here to draw enough attention that it wouldn't bother Sombra's "investigation".

So instead, he just snorts.